Hello,
Well thats a hello to anyone that still visits. I feel like an abandoned grannie and only slightly less sexy.
A reminder that The Scottish Idlers Guild will be meeting on 02/06/07 at Chinaskis, North St, Glasgow. Do pop along if you're in the area and anxious to hurl toil into the bin. Let's create an oasis of idling.
News reaches me that our esteemed friend The Ill Man may have acquired some sort of lady friend. Though as I, his alleged 'best friend' of fourteen years have not been directly informed of this or been introduced to the lady in question I cannot say whether there is any truth in the rumour. All I will say is that I think it's very unfair when I have allowed him to speak to Mr Clairwil on several occasions, even though Mr Clairwil seldom leaves the house and dislikes strangers. This episode has been noted.
I have taken to drinking Sweetheart Stout.
There is some sort of hygiene drive on at work. Either that or one of my colleagues has been sent so mad by the poisonous atmosphere that she's developed an irrational germ phobia and fear of food a baw hair over it's sell by date. I fear for my safety.
I'm thinking of founding a commune/dictatorship. I'm very tired, tarot cards then bed.
Goodnight
